Song of Songs 7:2-11

²Thy navel is as a round cup, and well-formed, that hath never need to drinks; thy womb is as an heap of wheat, beset about with lilies.

³Thy two teats be as two kids, twins of a capret.

⁴Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes be as the cisterns in Heshbon, that be in the gate of the daughter of the multitude; thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, that beholdeth against Damascus.

⁵Thine head is as Carmel; and the hairs of thine head be as the king’s purple, joined to troughs.

⁶Most dear spousess, thou art full fair, and full shapely in delights.

⁷Thy stature is likened to a palm tree, and thy teats to clusters of grapes.

⁸I said, I shall go up into a palm tree, and I shall take the fruits thereof. And thy teats shall be as the clusters of grapes of a vinery; and the odour of thy mouth as the odour of pom-egranates;

⁹thy throat shall be as best wine. Worthy to my darling for to drink, and to his lips and teeth to chew.

¹⁰I shall cleave by love to my darling, and his turning shall be to me.

¹¹Come thou, my darling, go we out into the field; dwell we together in towns.